My lighter went missing
And I can't find my purse
It's already a hell of a day
And it's just getting worse
I have to go out
While I just don't want to.j6
Fuck, where are my keys
Location? Forgot
My hair's made of frizzy
And my brush? It just broke
I swear, some days the Gods
Treat my life like a joke
I look out the window
It's getting ready to rain
I knew it was coming
From my old, aching pain
My body's a temple
In that it's a ruin
There's kids outside laughing
But my soul? It's a'boo'in
I look at my bed
And just want to get in it
But if it's a bad day contest?
Well, at least I can win it.
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